Ye Futian stood frozen in place, his face a little red.
He was a golden immortal and an accomplished Daluo disciple of the primitive sect. In terms of talent, he should not be weaker than this guy. How could he not gain the upper hand at all?
Could it be that the celestial Emperor's Supreme treasure was really that powerful?
"Hmph! Kid, don't be arrogant! You're just borrowing the power of the celestial Emperor's Supreme treasure!" A golden immortal from the primordial beginning sect shouted coldly.
"What's wrong? I can't use my own treasures? You old monsters are only a few thousand years older than me! What's there to be arrogant about!" Tang Hao retorted sarcastically as he looked at them.
"You ..."
"You brat, you're at death's door and you still dare to be arrogant!"
The group of golden Immortals from the sect of primordial beginning was furious and cursed.
"Brat, let me fight you!"
A golden immortal shouted as he charged forward.
